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I'd like to meet:

..the one who won't question my motive behind pink script. i'd like a real man, who eats angus beef. i mean, i'd like that girl with her hair all awry squatting by the road to stare into ice while my tires veer because i'm falling in love with her dog and her hair and her squat and the ice that receives the kick from her boots as she digs, digs, digs her heels to reveal a dripping wet ten-dollar bill from beneath. i mean, i touched that girl and her dog and her ten-dollar bill, and i'm beginning to wonder how the ice felt as she dug. i mean, i know her hair now and my shirt smells like dog and we spent the ten-dollar bill, and i'm beginning to feel the dig of her heels. i want a man with a semi-automatic; i want his gun. i want the one who won't question my motives behind unkempt hair and morning breath. i want a ten-dollar bill and a dog. i want a girl and ice. i mean, i want to ice that girl. i mean, let's ponder the significant difference between pink script and the way Girl wears her hair...